Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 22:06:20 -0600
From: Matti Kirjailija <matti_kirjailija@me.com>
Subject: Hayden, chapter 4

Hayden

Chapter Four

By Matti Kirjailija


	"I'll text Mom and let her know we've gone to the city to catch a
game and have a mini-vacation, and won't be back for a couple days, okay?
She'll never miss us."

	"Now, be nice," Nelson warned, stepping from the shower and
reaching for a towel.  "Your mother has become . . . distant, but she still
loves you."

	"And you?" Hayden asked, watching his father's reflection.

	"Yeah, and me, too."

	Nelson watched as his son began coaxing his gel-coated hair into an
artistic arrangement, somewhat resembling a shag rug.  "Do you even know if
the team is in town, this weekend?"  He turned his son to face him, for a
closer examination.  "You know, of course, that if it rains, and all that
gel runs down your body, your clothes will be glued to your skin.  Getting
you naked will peel off every hair you have."

	"Oh, geez, I hadn't thought about that!"  He turned away; then, as
quickly, turned back.  "I never know when you're joking with me!"  He
playfully punched his father's shoulder.  "It doesn't matter if the team's
in town, though.  I'm not wanting to see a friggin' baseball game, anyhow.
I'm wanting to hang out with you.  I think it's so cool that you'd spend a
whole weekend with me."

	"I'm feeling the same way."

	Hayden gave his father a quick one-arm hug, then scrambled into his
bedroom.  We don't need many clothes, right?" he called.

	"We're going out for a nice dinner, so take appropriate clothes for
that.  A decent pair of slacks," Nelson shouted, from his bedroom . . . not
shorts, "and, a sport coat.  Oh, and your gym stuff and swim suit."

	"A sport coat and swim suit, at dinner?"  Hayden laughed.  "Do I
have'ta wear underwear, or can I let it . . . dangle?"

	"Smart ass!"


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	Hayden looked around the lobby of the large hotel, his eyes wide,
taking in everything.  "Geez," he murmured, when the valet left with the
car.  "Suppose we'll get it back in one piece?"  He looked over his
shoulder.  "We could'a parked it ourselves."

	Nelson laughed, patting his son on the back.  "This is the way
things are done, my man," he continued, guiding the young man toward the
entrance, and the waiting door attendant.

	"My bag!"  Hayden turned toward the departing car.  "I've got some
important stuff in my bag!  Y'sure that valet-guy won't go through my
clothes n'junk?"

	"Something more important than your fancy clothes?"

	Hayden made a throw-away gesture, dismissing the clothes with a
single movement.  "Well . . ." he drawled, a faint blush coloring his
cheeks.

	After a stern look, he relented.  "Yeah, well, okay."  He glanced
at the door attendant as they passed into the hotel.  "I brought along a
double-headed dildo.  And, don't ask where I got it!" he added, as his
father's brows rose.

	"Hayden . . ."

	"Oh, hell, okay.  I bought it online, with some of the money you
gave me for a new vid game, for my birthday.  I've never had a chance to
play with it yet . . .  The dildo, not the game," he grinned.  "Y'know," he
added, wearing a slight frown, "those suckers don't come cheap.  The game
or . . . the other . . . " he hesitated, changing what he was about to say,
as a man and woman passed close-by.

	"A double-headed . . ."

	"Dildo," Hayden finished.  "I decided against the extra large super
deluxe model that vibrates, an'll make you curl your toes."  He paused.
"Those are the words from the advertisement, not mine."  He looked toward
his father.  "Curled toes?  Is that good?  Anyhow.  I didn't know about
you, but I didn't think I could handle anything named "super massive"
. . . unless it's a hamburger, or something.  I measured my dick before I
ordered.  I wanted something no larger than I am, so I ordered one that I
thought would work."  He looked concerned.  "The damn thing looks sorta
large though."

	"Why, double headed?"

	"Oh, I thought it'd be way cool for the two of us to use it
. . . you know, together.  We could stick it in, then back up against one
another on our hands and knees, and sorta rub butts together as we fuck
ourselves.  Cool, huh?" he asked, nodding his head, letting his father know
what he thought.

	"Hmm," Nelson grinned, hoping the thickening of his penis wasn't
visible.  "Maybe we shouldn't talk about your . . . purchase . . . in the
lobby. Y'think?"

	Hayden grinned.  "You're getting hard just thinking about it,
aren't you?  I can tell, 'cause you're sorta red and breathing hard."  He
continued speaking, as they approached the registration desk.  "Y'know,
Dad, I thought that when a guy's you know . . . hard," he added, in a lower
vice, "that he couldn't blush, like you are, 'cause all the extra blood was
being used up . . . ahem," he cleared his throat, "down below,
so-to-speak."

	"I just disproved your theory then, didn't I?" Nelson commented,
lengthening his stride.  Hayden skipped once to keep up.

	"I could try to see how long you'd be able to sustain that blush,
plus the other, too.  Wanna test it out?" he laughed, wearing a mischievous
expression.  At one look from his father, he calmed down.  "Aw, I guess
I'll have to wait until later to see if you blush and be . . ."

	"Hayden!" Nelson warned, in a low voice, as they approached the
desk.  "Be good."

	"I am.  You said so.  In fact, you said I was terrific!"

	"You know what I mean," Nelson warned, as the young woman staffer
greeted them with a smile.

	"Hi," Hayden smiled back, turning his boyish charm on the woman.
The boy was positively hyper.

	"I haven't seen him like this, since he went to visit Santa Claus,
years ago."

	"My name's Hayden McCarthy, and this is my dad." Hayden said,
flashing a smile any orthodontist would be proud of.  His name's Nelson.
That's his first name, not his last.  It sorta confuses some people.  He's
got the same last name as me."  He turned toward his father, who was
standing one step behind his son, and smiled.  "We should have a
reservation," Hayden continued, turning back to the woman, who returned his
smile, captivated by his outgoing personality . . . and his boyish looks.

	"It should be for a big room," he added, "with two big beds, and a
balcony."  Hayden flicked a quick glance at his father.  "That's okay, huh?
The balcony, I mean?"  When Nelson nodded, barely able to contain his
smile, Hayden resumed.  "Do you have anything like that?  Price is no
object," he added, in an offhand manner.

	"Hayden . . ."

	"Oh," the young man grinned, appearing nonplussed.  "Okay, so price
is an issue."  He stood on tiptoes in an effort to look over the tall
counter and see what the woman was doing.  "Do you have anything like what
were looking for, ma'am?" he asked the young lady, who couldn't be more
than three or four years older than he.  By the way, do you know if the
Rockies are at home today?"

	"The Rockies?"  The woman looked totally perplexed, as she brushed
her blonde hair back and attempted a seductive grin.

	'It won't work, sweetie,' Nelson wanted to warn her.  'None of the
things you're accustomed to using to get your way with a man will work with
this one!  Hayden is immune to them, and I think they make you look like a
hooker who's found daytime work at the hotel.'

	"The baseball team," Nelson added, coming to her rescue, hoping to
erase the . . . vacant . . . look.  'We're across the street from the
friggin' baseball stadium!  She can't possibly not know what the name of
the team is.'

	"Oh, them."  She dismissed the baseball team as insignificant,
tossing her hair in a practiced move, and shook her head.  "No, they're not
in town this weekend.  That's why we have a few rooms available.  Are you
disappointed that you won't see a game?"

	Hayden gave her an uncertain glance, then tried to smile.  "Naw.
Dad and I will find other ways to occupy our time.  You do have a gym
though, don't you?" he asked, his eyes widening slightly.  "We've gotta
have a gym . . . and a pool," he added, as an afterthought.

	"Oh, yes, we have those, and," she added, pleased to be able to
answer a question without having to exert much thought, "a large room, on
an upper floor, with big beds, and a balcony which has a view of the
ballpark."  She fluttered her lashes.  "Will that be okay?"

	"Sounds good to me," Hayden smiled, not realizing, or caring, that
he was being flirted with.  "We'll take it, huh, Dad?"  He gestured his
father forward to handle any further details, now that his room negotiation
skills were no longer needed.

	"Dad," Hayden spoke in a low voice, as they left the registration
desk.  He glanced over his shoulder to where the young lady was still
watching.  "D'you think that woman had something wrong with her eyes?  I
mean, she kept blinking.  Probably her contact lenses were dry, or
something."  He shrugged, ignoring his father's snort of amusement, and
returned to examining the surroundings, as they headed to their room.

	"Does he think we can't find the room by ourselves?" Hayden asked,
nodding to the bellhop and speaking in a low voice.  "Is that why he's with
us?"  He frowned.  "And, why can't we carry our own stuff?"

	The bellhop escorted the two men to their room, grinning at the
young man's wide-eyed expression, and his comments, as he opened the room
door for the guests.  "Look, Dad," Hayden called over his shoulder, as his
father tipped the bellhop.  "A whole wall of windows!  And, a balcony!"  He
opened the sliding doors.  "It's huge!"  He turned around, just as the
bellhop was closing the door.  "Bye!" he shouted.  "Thanks for looking
after our stuff!"

	"My pleasure," the employee smiled, bringing his hand to his
forehead in a casual salute.

	"This is beyond awesome," Hayden laughed, turning around in a
circle, to see the entire room.  "Way beyond," he added, then rushed across
the room and hugged his father.  "I hope we didn't break the bank, or
anything, asking for the big beds and balcony.  I probably should have
asked for just one bed.  But, the balcony is definitely cool."  He turned
toward the window, with a calculating look.

	"I wonder if someone down there," he said, pointing to the pool
deck, many floors below, "could see if I pushed my bare butt against the
window.  Y'think?" he asked.  "Maybe I could leave a butt-print on the
glass for the next person who has this room.  Or," he added, warming to his
ideas, "we could go out on the balcony and jerk off, and shoot our stuff
over the side."  He stepped out onto the balcony and looked down toward the
pool deck.  "I wonder if our stuff might land in some lady's hair, or
something.  Way cool," he added, to himself, with a calculated expression,
as if making a mental to-do list of exciting things to do.

	"Hayden . . ." Nelson warned.  "Choose your times to show off,
wisely."  The young man nodded an abstracted response.

	"Oh, my dildo!"  He rushed across the room and tugged at the zipper
to his bag, then reached in and rummaged about.  "Yep," he called out,
holding up the obscenely long black, double-headed dildo, and wiggling back
and forth.  "It's still here!  Y'think it's too big, or something?" he
asked, holding it at his crotch, and wagging it from side to side.  I hope
not.  I think it's gonna be awesome to watch as I slide this baby into your
asshole.  I can almost pop just imagining what it's gonna be like to rub
butt cheeks with you with this thing in us both.  Cool, huh?" he asked, as
he unabashedly reached out and groped the mound of his father's groin.
I've gotta get in some practice time, before trying to handle you!"

	With a determined look, he tugged down the zipper of his father's
slacks and fished inside the opening for a better feel of his father's
penis.  When he'd worked the cock free of the confining underwear, he
glanced from the dildo to the real thing.  "Holy smoke!"  He wiggled the
dildo.  "I thought this was big.  You're bigger!  What'd you do?  You
didn't look this big at home."  He frowned slightly, then held up the
dildo.

	"Pretty cool, huh?"  He wiggled his eyebrows.  "I'm glad I'm
starting out with an imitation dick . . ."  He wiggled the silicone toy,
while continuing to fondle his father's erection.  "I think starting off
with the real thing would have been sorta rough."

	He smiled brightly.  "If you haven't had a guy inside you in a few
years, you probably need practice, too.  I may not be as big as you are
. . . yet," he added, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "but, I'm
guessing that you're gonna be . . ."  He squeezed his father's erection.
"Tight."

	His eyes lit.  "Wanna suck it?" he asked, before slipping one end
of the dildo into his own mouth and closing his eyes, lightly humming his
pleasure.  He sucked for a few moments, stretching his mouth around the
dildo, then held the wet end in front of his father.  "Taste my spit," he
ordered, holding the dildo while his father sucked on it.

	"Let's get nekkid," he shouted, tossing the dildo onto one of the
beds, where it lay, a promise of future pleasures.  "Better yet," he added,
"I'll strip while you watch."  He released his father's erection, then
licked over his hand.  "You're drooling.  So . . . you can just . . . hang
out . . . while I strip-off.  Then," he aded, nodding toward the bed and
the dildo, "we're gonna use that baby.

	"I brought along some lube-stuff," Hayden added, holding up a black
tube.  "When I bought 'Mister Ed,'" he nodded to the impressive black
silicone object in the center of the bed, I got a free tube of this stuff."
He read the label.  "It's called Swiss Navy Cream Masturbation Lubricant."
He thought a moment, then turned to his father with a puzzled expression.
"D'you suppose they pass this stuff out to all those Swiss Navy guys?  Hmm.
I didn't even know the Swiss had a navy.  But, if they pass this stuff out,
I'm sure those sailor-guys go around with a smile on their face and a tube
of masturbation cream in their back pocket . . . for those unexpected
opportunities, y'know," he added, grinning.

	Hayden turned away.  "Damn, I'm so horned-up I can barely stand
it!"  He turned back to his father, who had been watching his son with
lust-filled eyes.  "Um, you don't mind if I talk nasty when we're alone,
like this, do you?" he asked.  "I sorta like saying nasty stuff."

	"Just like you enjoy being the boss?" Nelson asked, in a low,
smiling-voice."

	"Yeah, just like that."  Hayden tugged his Polo shirt over his head
and tossed it aside.  "Suck 'em," he ordered, gently pinching both of his
nipples, then lick, he added, as he held up an arm, displaying the light
brown hair of an armpit.  "We're gonna have so much fun," he murmured, as
he pressed his father's face against his chest.

	"I'm wondering what it'd be like to have someone with us," Hayden
murmured, raising his brows when his father looked at him.  "I've never
wanted to play with someone else, but," he grinned.  "I'm thinking that
it'd be super cool to watch while you're playing with someone."

	"Playing?" Nelson asked, feeling a surge of excitement at the idea
of playing in front of his son.  "What sort of playing?"

	"Anything," Hayden grinned.  "I want you first, of course, but
seeing you and another guy, or a couple of guys, would be very hot.

	"What about having those guys watch you and I . . . playing?  I
think that would be hot, too."

	"Uuu, yeah!  Very cool.  Then, when you and I finish, the guys
could do you, or you could do them."

	"Do?"

	"Yeah."  Hayden made a vague gesture.  "Y'know . . . fuck."

	"It seems as if you've given a lot of thought to the idea of
watching me."

	"Nah.  I've just thought of it, but I'd like to see you and another
guy . . .  kissing, sucking, fucking, n'stuff."

	"You wouldn't get jealous?"

	Hayden thought a moment.  "No, I don't think so.  After all, I'd be
the one you're going home with.  They would be the ones who would be
jealous . . . of me."

	"I like the idea of you and me showing off, though.  Hayden said ,
slowly unzipping his shorts.  He rubbed the open palm of a hand over his
chest and belly, finally pushing his fingers beneath the waistband of his
underwear so he could toy with himself.  "I'm thinking that'd be cool," he
added.  "Sorta like being on-cam, only with the audience in the same room."
He stepped out of his shorts.  "Now, all we've gotta do is make contact
with someone who wants to do stuff."

	He turned his back to his father and slowly lowered his underwear,
bending at the waist, and finally spreading his ass cheeks with both hands,
exposing his pink hole.  "You know what to do," he said.  "Get me all
sloppy-wet.

	"I jerked last night," he murmured, pushing himself against his
father's tongue, "thinking 'bout us rubbing our butts together, with that
dildo inside us."  He squirmed slightly.  "Whenever one of us moves, the
other one will feel that thing move around inside.  Plus," he added,
"you've got a hot butt."  He pulled away from his father's tongue.

	"Damn!  That feels good."  He unbuckled his father's belt, then
tugged at the older man's shirt, pulling it free.  "We've gotta get you
naked . . . quick.  I'm so horny, and you're so fucking sexy, that I could
pop without touching myself.  And, I don't wanna shoot, for a while, yet."
He tossed his father's shirt in the general direction of his own.  "C'mon,
Dad," he urged, anxiously bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.
"Lose the shorts.  I'm dying to lick your hole."

	Nelson quickly dropped his slacks and underwear, then kicked them
out of the way.  "My butt's all yours," Nelson said, as he knelt at the
edge of the bed, his butt facing his son.

	"Fuuuuck," he groaned, as Hayden tenderly kissed his hole, then
mashed his face against the hot opening, pushing the tip of his tongue past
the muscular ring, alternately rimming his father, tenderly kissing his
butt cheeks, while wiping his lips, face, and nose up and down his father's
butt crack.  "You do that like a pro," Nelson groaned, jumping slightly
when his son expertly, and firmly, massaged his perineum, stimulating his
prostate.

	"Let's fuck ourselves," he husked, pushing back against his son's
face.  "You're driving me nuts."  He patted the bed at his side.  Hayden
took the hint, climbing onto the bed, and kneeling at his father's side.

	"C'mon, Dad, do it to me.  Get me ready for your dick."  He reached
back and slapped one cheek.  Nelson liberally smeared some of the lube gel
both over his son's hole, and deep inside, slowly inserting one finger,
then two.

	'I'm going to have my dick up here, before the weekend is over,' he
promised himself.  'My boy's hot hole is going to be filled with my sperm.'
His cock jumped at the thought of pushing into his son.  'And,' he added,
'my butthole is going to be filled by Hayden's jiz.  This isn't like one of
those stories one reads where the father fucks his son.  I want him in me
as much as I think he wants me in him.'  Nelson probed his son's opening,
firmly pressing against his swollen prostate.  'In fact, I think I may want
him in me, more than he wants to be fucked.'  His hole twitched.  'Oh,
yeah,' he thought, 'we're going to have fun.'

	"C'mon, Dad," Hayden urged, glancing over his shoulder.  "Your
fingers are fuckin' sweet, but grease that thing up and slide it in.
You've loosened me up as much as you can."

	Nelson squeezed out a generous dollop of gel onto his hand and
smeared it over his own hole, probing deeply.  It had been a long time
since he'd been fucked by anything.  Early in their marriage, his wife
would play with his hole, using a dildo she'd owned since her college days.
Later, she complained that playing with his butthole bordered on
perversion, and announced that the trash men had hauled away the dildo,
along with the household rubbish.

	"Y'know," he said, as he fingered his own hole.  Your mother has
used one of these on me."

	Hayden looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide.  "Euuuuuw," he
groaned.  "I don't wanna hear about it!"  There was a slight pause, while
he tried to envision the scene.  "Mom?  You sure?"  He shook his head.
"There's no need to ever mention that again, okay?  Here I am, nice and
hard, and you have to mention Mom playing with your butt!  Ugh."  His
shudder caused his father to smile.

	Hayden used both hands to spread his butt cheeks wide.  His
almost-hairless hole was shiny with lube.  A thick strand of pre-cum
dangled from the end of the boy's penis, while his smooth nuts swayed with
each movement.  The clear liquid slowly extended from the boy's large cock
head, then fell.  Hayden was very much like him.  He'd always produced lots
of, what one of his college roommates had called, "fuck juice."  Hayden did
the same thing.

	Nelson coated both ends of the dildo, then knelt behind his son's
upturned ass.  "Fuck, you're sexy," he murmured, toying with the young
man's hole one last time, then spreading some of the leftover lube over
Hayden's erection.

	"Relax," he urged, in a calm voice, positioning the blunt edge of
the dildo at his son's butthole.  Hayden's sphincter relaxed, parting
slightly, allowing some of the toy to penetrate.  At his son's hiss, he
paused.  "We're in no hurry," he murmured, tenderly rubbing an open palm
over one of his son's ass cheeks.  "We'll go at your pace.  If you think
this is too much to handle, I can go out and get a smaller one, or we can
just rub butts and masturbate.  Or, we could use fingers.

	Hayden determinedly shook his head.  "No.  I'm gonna do this.  Just
gimmie a minute.  I guess this qualifies as losing my virginity, huh?" he
asked, obviously trying to take his mind off the pain.  "Or do I have to
wait for that until you fuck me?"  He paused.  "Geeeez," he exhaled.  "I'm
glad we're starting with something smaller than you."

	"I'll let you do the work, handsome," Nelson continued speaking in
a comforting voice, recalling the first time his ass had been penetrated.
"Whenever you're ready, you can back up some and push as much as you want
inside."  He ran his hand between his son's legs and toyed with his
softening cock.  "Trust me.  Once it's in and is massaging your prostate,
you're going to love it."  Hayden jerked an uncertain nod, then took a deep
breath and slowly backed up against the black invader.  "Easy handsome,"
Nelson cooed.  "Take it slowly."

	"Aw fuck," Hayden groaned, as the muscles of his sphincter snapped
around the head of the dildo.  "Geez, Dad.  Maybe I shoulda opted for the
beginner's model, instead of this one.  Y'think?"

	"You're doing fine, Hay," Nelson murmured, using his pet name for
his son.

	"I'm glad you think so," Hayden murmured.  "Geez," he grunted.
"This is not easy!"

	"Don't forget.  It'll also get me ready for you," Nelson added.
"You definitely do not have what anyone would call a beginner's-model dick,
between your legs.  That cock of yours looks awesome, especially since
you're more slightly built than I am."  He caressed the thickening length
of his son's cock.  "A dangerous weapon would be more like it."

	"Really" Hayden asked, sounding like a small boy who wants to make
sure his father isn't teasing him.  "I wish I was built like you," he
added, slowly beginning to accommodate more of the silicone toy.  "You're
so fuckin' hot."

	"Don't wish to be anything other than yourself," Nelson murmured,
leaning forward and kissing his son's back, then an ass cheek.  "You are
perfect, just as you are."  He paused, amazed that his son had been able to
so easily handle close to half of the dildo.  "I couldn't ask for a better
son," Nelson added.  "You'd be perfect even if we never did the stuff we're
doing.  All this doesn't change anything."

	"'Cept, I bet you never expected to see me mooning you, with a
monster dildo up my butt, huh?" he chuckled.  "This is gonna give a whole
new meaning to the phrase, cheek-to-cheek," he continued, beginning to
nervously babble.  "I wish we were on cam, now.  I think it'd be so
freakin' hot for the whole world to see us doing this."

	Hayden looked over his shoulder at his father's own hiss of pain,
as the dildo penetrated him.  "Holy fuck," Nelson groaned.  "I'd forgotten
what it's like."  He huffed a dry chuckle.  "Damn, Hay!  I'm even more
impressed that you were able to handle this thing."  Hayden felt more of
the dildo slide into him as his father pushed backward, forcing the thing
into his own hole.  He closed his eyes and made a face, silently wondering
when he was going to start having fun.  'This friggin' hurts!' he wanted to
shout at the top of his lungs.

	A few moments later, he felt the heat of his father's butt cheeks
press against his own, causing his cock to snap to a full erection.  'Now,'
he exulted, 'this is what I wanted!'  "Fuck, Dad," he loudly groaned, as he
began to rock his hips, pressing against his father.  "Feeling your butt
skin against mine is so damn hot."  He looked over his shoulder and saw his
father's broad back, tapering to a narrow waist, and the tan line accenting
the white skin of his butt cheeks, and cursed that he had not asked for a
room with a large mirror next to the bed, when he'd been speaking with the
lady at the counter.  'It'd be way-cool to be able to see this thing
sliding into both of us,' he thought, beginning to breathe rapidly.

	The dildo rubbed over his prostate, stimulating him in ways he'd
never expected.  His cock was pumping out a steady stream of pre-cum,
contracting with each inward movement of the dildo, and squeezing out some
more of the clear liquid.  Already, there was a slimy wet spot on the
bedspread.

	His father's cheeks, rubbing against his own, felt even more erotic
than he'd thought it might.  He couldn't describe what he was feeling, even
if he'd been asked.  He grimaced at the first thought that came to him.
'I'm feeling more connected to Dad than I ever have.  Whenever he moves, I
feel it, just like he feels every move I make.

	"Feel good, Dad?" he groaned, beginning to vigorously fuck himself
on the long dildo, knowing that his father was being stimulated by each of
his movements.  "Good practice for when we fuck each other, huh?" he added,
between rapid breaths.  His father groaned a response, expertly moving his
hips in such a way as to stimulate both him and his son.  He'd move from
side to side, then back and forth, meeting each of his son's movements.
Then, he'd pause, completely burying the dildo in both his hole and his
son's, and rub butt cheeks, surprised that merely rubbing the cheeks of his
butt against another person's could be so erotic.

	'But, this is my boy,' he added, as Hayden pushed against him, then
moved up and down.  'Anything I do with him is exciting . . . even if we're
only sitting on the bed watching television.'

	"I can't last much longer," he groaned.  "Should we stop for a
while?"

	Hayden grunted.  "Fuck no!" he almost shouted, breathlessly.  "I've
gotta fuckin' lose my load!"  He vigorously pushed himself against his
father, as he fisted his own cock with a hand.  "Geez, Dad," he began, as
the tingling, centered on his engorged prostate, rapidly spread through his
groin, then his entire body.  "Geez," he repeated, shuddering.

	"I'm gonna . . ." Nelson began, experiencing the same feelings as
his son.  He concentrated his attention on his pre-cum lubed cock head.

	"I'm gonna shoot!" Hayden interrupted, mashing his butt cheeks
against his father's.  Nelson felt his son's orgasm begin at the same time
as his own.  He jerked, and shot a thick strand of sperm onto the
bedspread.  With each breath, either he or his son pumped out some more
thick jiz onto the bed.

	"Aw, fuck!" Hayden shouted, as the muscles of his cock contracted,
pushing out the last of his sperm.  He gasped for breath, and began to ease
the dildo from his and his father's asshole.  "I never would'a thought," he
groaned, gasping slightly, as the dildo fell to the bedspread with a dull
thud.

	"Don't move!" Nelson ordered.  He shimmied beneath his son, on his
stomach, and began to loudly slurp up the young man's spent load, moaning
with pleasure with each lick across the fabric.  When he'd finished, he
turned over and sucked on Hayden's softening cock, causing the boy to jump
with surprise.

	"Yeah, Dad," Hayden said, on an exhaled breath.  "Clean it good.
The next time you suck it will be after I finish shooting my stuff into
your hole."


~ to be continued ~


	If you like this story, you might be interested in reading my other
story, Seth, also in the Nifty Incest section.  I have also been asked by
Roy Reinikainen, the author of the incest stories, Travis and Jess to add
to his stories.  I'll post chapters as time and inspiration permit.
	If you'd like to comment on my work, you can send me an email at:
matti-kirjailija@me.com
	And, in case you're wondering what the name means, and how it's
pronounced, it means, Matti, the writer, and is pronounced, MAW-tea
KEAR-yawl-e-yaw.